Just when you think all is lost, some way, somehow a yellow brick road appears. Teeming with golden yellow light, the vision almost blinds you. Confusing. Discombobulating. Almost scary.
What would it mean for you to take a step forward in the direction of the light? What would you have to sacrifice? What would you have to change? Whom would you have to forgive? You could point your finger at external situations and say this, that, or something else. Pointing the finger is easy.
What would you have to sacrifice within yourself? What within yourself would you have to change? What parts of yourself do you need to forgive?
The golden light is endless. So much so that, more often than not, we choose not to see it and blame it for not shining in the direction we want. We point the fingers, play the blame game, and double down on our ego. We throw our hands in the air and console ourselves that we are not at fault for not getting what we want.
What if there was another way? What if we clicked our heels three times, followed the yellow brick road, and found our way home?
